The whole country celebrates.

The Song Dynasty was walking on the streets of Lin'an, with colorful lights hanging one by one under the eaves on both sides of the Imperial Street, stretching for more than ten miles. Whenever night came, the lights were on, and the lights were as bright as the beauty of the prosperous times, and like the Milky Way landing, the bright light was gratifying.

From the court to the streets, from the high-ranking officials to the small merchants selling cooked cakes, everyone talked about this matter. Everyone was very happy, there was no need to live in the shadow of terror. In the bustling city, people ran around and told each other, and everyone was full of smiles on their faces, saying congratulations to each other, and fortunately, the Song Dynasty had another crisis.

The Su Dike on West Lake is full of tourists, beside the lotus under the willow trees, talented and beautiful men shine together; in the curtains in the pleasure boat, the passionate voices are deafening, and poems praise the soldiers' bravely killing the enemy and the tenacity of civil servants.

Expressing emotions through writing is an elegant person.

"The clouds are gathered thousands of miles together, and the sun is already three o'clock. There are birds hiding, but there is no wind to send coldness. The sun is raining in the sunny eaves, and the dry streams suddenly sing in the abyss. I gradually realize that the mountains and rivers are back, and I know that the world is wide."

The right prime minister and Privy Councilor Shi Songzhi sat in the cabin of a large painting boat, shaking a folding fan, smiling at a charming woman, chanting a poem written on paper in a beautiful voice like a yellow oriole.

"Good poetry, good poetry! Lord Shi is so good poetry!"

The beauty covered her red lips and looked shy. As soon as she finished reading a poem, several people sitting around a round table in the cabin were rushing to cheer up like a charming person.

"Only by reading such a poem with such a beautiful voice, can it be particularly intoxicating. Master Shi's poems are good and Miss An's tone is good. Combining the two, it is so beautiful! Hahahaha!"

Secretary-General Zheng Qiqian was the first to stand up and bowed with a smile: "But people are beautiful and beautiful, and they are above West Lake. As the saying goes, poetry is the first, talent is the second, talent is the third, and the three are both unprecedented!"

"That's right! Master Shi wrote such a masterpiece, how dare I write?" The Censor Quan Yuan waved his hand and stomped his feet: "Forget it, today's grand event was taken over by Master Shi!"

The few people flattered and patted them very smartly and comfortably. Shi Songzhi smiled and said with a reserved smile, and accepted everything, but his eyes were staring at the beautiful woman Tang An'an.

The few people in the seat exchanged their eyes and turned their eyes to the youngest person on the table.

The man also smiled and sat at the farthest position on the round table. Judging from his appearance, he was less than thirty years old. He was born with a white and tall, square ears and wide forehead, and his two thick eyebrows were full of energy and imposing.

Tang An'an, who was sitting beside Shi Songzhi, put down his poem and looked at Shi Songzhi charmingly, with a wave of autumn, and his eyebrows were full of charming charm.

"Mr. Shi wrote so well. Come on, I borrow flowers to offer Buddha. I wish you a glass of wine. It is the most heartwarming." Tang An'an gently lifted a glass of fat and handed it to Shi Songzhi's hand. The two of them touched their hands inadvertently. Shi Songzhi, who was over 50 years old, suddenly felt as if he was shocked and his whole body was frozen.

The hero is sad to pass the beauty. Unexpectedly, a person like Shi Songzhi will lose his immunity to women. But he can't blame him for this, because Tang Anan is so beautiful.

I saw a sweet man, with two red lips and mouth, fair skin and whisperable skin, black and smooth hair, and a waist that was not worthy of grasping. His shoulders were as tender as lotus roots, his face was as beautiful as willow eyebrows. He smiled and was as beautiful as a fairy when he was slightly angry. His figure was graceful and demeanorous. He was a bit more fat and thinner when he was less. He was hard to find a single iron shoe in a thousand miles. He was a very rare beauty in the whole Jiangnan.

Looking at Shi Songzhi's fascinated look, Tang Anan chuckled and chuckled.

She said softly: "Sir, you're drinking."

Shi Songzhi woke up like a dream, held the wine glass and slapped it and swallowed it.

Perhaps feeling that he had just lost his composure, Shi Songzhi coughed and said to everyone on the table with a smile: "It's just a masculine work. You laughed at me. In fact, the poems themselves are just works of writing. No matter how beautiful the words and sentences are, there is no good sound. I always feel that it is much worse. You think it's good, but as Doctor Zheng said, Miss An'an is well read!"

"Haha, Lord Shi is humble, humble!" Everyone was haha, tacitly informed.

"Today we can have a talented girl like Miss An'an, who can be accompanied by her, like a brilliance and a celebration in the woods. To be honest, we have to thank Mr. Jia Sidao. It was he who invited Miss An'an to come here to gather. Otherwise, it would be difficult for us to know that Jiangnan is as beautiful as Miss An'an, who is both talented and knowledgeable as Miss An'an."

After drinking, Shi Songzhi looked red and pointed at the young man sitting opposite him with a smile, and said to the left and right, with a very appreciative meaning in his words.

Everyone bowed to the young man again and said something appropriate.

Jia Sidao stood up and thanked everyone one by one, with a complete etiquette.

Shi Songzhi nodded at him with satisfaction, turned his face, and then approached Tang An'an and whispered something, which made Tang An'an's branches tumbling, and the snow-white part of his chest was undulating, making Shi Songzhi almost glaring his eyes out of his eyes.

In order to avoid the embarrassment of Shi Song's appearance being exposed, there were several famous prostitutes with good looks on the boat, and they were prepared by the side. Someone saw that the time was ripe and clapped his high fives as a horn. So a group of pretty men walked in swayingly, and the people in the seat were waiting for each person to sit by, with a moment of sensuality and unlimited scenery.

Drunk and addicted, drunk and gentle, the scenery of West Lake is even more beautiful, singing and dancing on the pleasure boat, like the lake breeze blowing, spring waves appear.

"Hahaha, Master Jia, come on, sit here, sit here." Shi Songzhi was already unrestrained. He hugged Tang An'an's waist. The beauty wanted to refuse and wait. Her face turned red like peach blossoms and her cheeks were so stunning that it made Shi Songzhi feel like itchy from her shoe, her heart was surging, and her mind was greatly satisfied. On a whim, she shouted at Jia Sidao loudly.

Jia Sidao was a bachelor of Baozhang Pavilion at that time. It was natural for Shi Songzhi to call him a bachelor. He stood up, smiled and sat on the left side of Shi Songzhi, while Tang An'an sat on the right side, leaning in Shi Songzhi's arms.

"Jia Xueshi has been in the dynasty for more than two years. She is busy with official duties and has never had time to speak carefully. It is really not necessary. When Jia She, the father of the Jinghu Controller, was alive, he had a few encounters with him. It's a pity that he died young, and God is jealous of talent, and fortune is messing with people." Shi Songzhi patted Jia Sidao's shoulder with his right hand that did not hug Tang An'an, and sighed.

He made fun of the scene and said some old words about meeting each other. It is normal for Jia Sidao to be a good person, so how could he not cooperate? He immediately lowered his head and said, "When my father was alive, he often mentioned Mr. Shi at home, saying that today, he would look at all the masters. However, Mr. Shi had a long-term vision and long-term thoughts. In the future, he could take on the South China Sea and support the Song Dynasty. Except Mr. Shi, he would definitely not be able to find a second person except Mr. Shi!"

"Ling Zun really said that?" Shi Songzhi was arrogant and arrogant. He could not tolerate sand in his eyes all his life, but he also liked people to praise him very much. He smiled even stronger when he heard this: "Jia Zheng had given too much award, and he was loved by his colleagues, and the official family favored him. The original face was trembling all his life, fearing that he would bear the official robe. These praises were pressing on the original face, and it was very stressful."
Chapter completed!